Was it right? No. It was never right. You knows it. But why do he have to act a fool, as if he never know you've been stalking him the entire time.

Now, he sat on his bed, watching you that just get cought hiding under his bed with a subtle smirk. Yet it was venomous, hence he ties you to the chair infront of him.

"Oh, you think you got the upper hand, huh?" he whisper as he place his hand on your chin, lifting it up to make you face him, "well let me tell you, you're not. How cute."